` it's just her `

` it's just her  `

Thoughts of love are constantly haunting my words; there's not a moment I don't find those poetic phrases lurking inside, prompting to be released for those spirited desires...

Those words I write, tells the story of raw, intimate curses and incantations, those portrayals of inseparable intentions detailed so vividly as my pen flows with burning intensity for her attention...

Closing my eyes, letting the image of her suggestive way compose those stanzas of poetry that I want to whisper to her as we consume each other's lustful necessities...

It's her floral fragrance, those flirtatious eyes, the way she toys as we foreplay; it's all those memories I recall, writing these words of longing just for her...

It's her spirited essence that has captured my soul; it's her touch that I'm so ravenous for; it's everything about her...

It's just her...


-sjbeaux
Art - Bernard Simunovic
` love story `

- thoughts -

I wrote this piece of poetry from the hint of a good friend. Suggesting that those "Love Things" do still reside inside of me. This write refelects those burning embers still smoldering in my soul, remembering those better days when my heart felt the passion instead of pain.

This is dedicated to all those "Hers" that occupy space in my introspection's.

- inspiration -

“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” ― Rumi

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